Reuel, stop playing with these niggas Uh, drank god Shhh Gang shit, nigga Check the scoreboard Yeah, forties, nines, macs, and the Ks Sixty-thousand strong for this Rollie, act yo' age Cuddy banged my line for them oranges, that's my lane I don't trust a soul, bitch, I got stick when I'm on stage Million dollars cash, got me actin' like I'm Blade We kill hoes too, tell that bitch get out my face Yeah, I want that drop. Ain't got no seal? Then I'm gucci Purple demon sipper, spillin' drank all on my Nudies Pop out with a thirty in that Glock, he a Big Uzi 762s up in that Drac', he call it Lucci Double cup of lean, bitch, I be sippin' like I'm Tunechi I'm a Ghetto Boy, so I spent fifty for the coochie Plus I'm crippin' like I'm Tookie I hang with the robbers, gang members, and the shooters We gone load them clips, spin his block and make a movie All white sticks, they white as crack, I call em "Pookie" (Iced Up Records) Twenty-thousand dollars for lil' bro to grab that Trishy I just robbed the plug, shit, I be makin' bad decisions Every time I go to buy my drugs, bitch, I got blicky If she ain't tryin' to fuck, then she won't make it past my kitchen Spent three-hundred thousand for my jewelry up at Hutchie Choppa on my side, this shit look like I got on crutches I be on the 6, run through that bitch just like I'm Stuckey If it wasn't for probation, tell my opps "You niggas lucky" Yeah, got a bitch and she a stuffer Made four-hundred thousand off that ice down in Kentucky Fifties in the bezel of that Patek, this bitch bustin' Half a brick of puppy, sold it in a Town & Country, nigga We gon' call this bitch "Town & Country", man We in a Town & Country, nigga You know that's what we work in We got a stash in that bitch too Almost hit a bitch for a few Stupid ass police wasn't lookin' right But that's another story though Gang shit 6 Prince Big ice, big landlord